414 Posts
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17 Years
Female
"Halo"
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Sept 28, 2020 10:13:58 GMT -4
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Camera on. Behind it, a ring light, and beneath each of them, a tripod. Just out of the would-be frame, a mic rested on the table in front of the pair. Once Emi had arrived and run through the formalities, she wasted little time showing that it wasn’t the first time she’d featured a business on her pages.[break][break]
“Camera’s about to start rolling, but don’t sweat it too much.” Though a pair of chairs lay waiting for the girl in front of the table (and the camera), she spent her last few seconds fiddling with the camera. Golden eyes flicked their gaze from the viewfinder to her subject. “The magic of editing means if you flub a line, you can laugh it off and try again right after. Keep yourself casual, and this’ll be over in a few minutes. You’ve got this.” Emi hoped that the ‘pep talk’ wouldn’t be necessary, but time and time again, her fellow students had proven themselves to be far from capable when a DSLR was involved. Still, she had faith – hope – that Bianca would be better than that.[break][break]
“Alright, are you ready? We're going in three, two…” Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how anxious Bianca was), the camera came equipped with a flip screen. The two could watch each other as they performed, for better or worse. One last button was pressed, and a red dot took up a corner of the screen.[break][break]
Even if her guest showed her nerves, there would be no such apprehension on Emi’s face. That, in itself, was no surprise, considering the one man show she’d spent years running. By the time she’d stepped around the table and taken her seat, a grin had made itself at home, with just an edge of confidence… Or perhaps arrogance, depending on who was looking. Her eyes met the camera's one, and-[break][break]
“Every once in a while, I like to throw the spotlight over to one of my fellow students. After all, these are Japan’s future heroes – wouldn’t hurt if everybody got to know them a little more! Today, I’m with a star in the making, and I mean that in more ways that one.” She offered the camera a playful wink, whilst an open hand gestured towards her partner. “In-tro-du-cing Bianca…!”
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141 Posts
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Seventeen Years
Female
"Bella Nova"
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Sept 28, 2020 14:40:42 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Heeheehee, don't worry, I'm not nervous~” Giggling and shaking her head as it seemed that her host was trying to ease her anxiety or something of the sort, Bianca Bellucci smirked in response to the notion and shook her head, shining with confidence and even thinking of an immediate way to demonstrate that given the woman she was sat with. “Excited more than anything, to get some one on one time with a sexy senior student like you~?”The corners of her mouth curling upward as she peeled her hair back from her face and shot a little fire from her eyes toward the hot little thing she found herself deposited next to, to her mind the black beauty guessed that such boldness was an obvious indicator of her assurance that the girl could take as gospel, as well as a wicked little way to get under the skin of her sempai for a second before the camera started rolling. Though that latter fact was just for mischief really, more than anything else. More ways than one, huh~? I wonder what she means by that~? Certainly intrigued when Emi seemed to offer a little fluff to introduce her and said something which caught her ear and her mind, while the ego of the eminent enchantress certainly appreciated the boost that such kind words might have offered Miss Bellucci couldn't help but wonder what the range was to which her broadcast partner referred and raised her brow as a result. However, she dove into the action quickly once she had the opportunity. “Heeheehee, ciiiiaaaoooo, everyone~” offering a girlish little giggle as she began since if her experience throwing herself at the people had taught her nothing else it was that people loved to hear that sweet little symphony that was her laughter, a moment later she let loose what was rapidly become a second signature as she greeted the camera with both a wave and word from her native Italian, which she seemed to be purring at practically all the people she had met of late. “It's nice to meet all of you, I'm sure~” So many people now able to hear her new catchphrase but really it just a habit she had picked up on the streets of Milan, the responses of the radiant raven were so rehearsed by this point that as she batted her lashes and offered a few kind words for the multitude of fans waiting for her beyond the space of cyber she hardly even needed to feel like she was acting up for the camera right now. She was practically a pro by this point, and it was about time the world took notice of her, wasn't it…? @tag | Word Count: ### | Casual |
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414 Posts
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17 Years
Female
"Halo"
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 3, 2020 17:57:57 GMT -4
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‘Flattery will get you nowhere’ – A sentence that Emi had never spoken. On the contrary, the right words sprinkled in between business told her they won’t be wasting the day on retakes. Plus, a few boosts to her ego hadn’t hurt her yet. A wink, a tilt of her head, and a raised shoulder to meet it showed that she would only take such compliments kindly… For the time being, at least.[break][break]
Not that she had too much time to dwell on them. They had a show to make.[break][break]
“Chaaaaooo?” She purred the word, and yet, the nuances of its pronunciation were lost on a non-native. If she had noticed her failings, she didn’t let it show; instead, she watched the girl with a half-lidded gaze. Her eyes turned, but her face didn’t, ensuring that their future audience wouldn’t miss any of the action. “And with that name… If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re not from around these parts!” A moment’s pause gave the girl a chance to show the camera some love. A giggle, an aside glance – whatever she felt fit the moment.[break][break]
“I think a proper introduction is in order – for myself, and for the audience!” A half-truth at best. Of course the vlogger wouldn’t offer to bring on a girl that she knew next to nothing about, but her viewers would never find that out. “Tell us, Miss Biance: what brings you to my channel today?”
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141 Posts
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Seventeen Years
Female
"Bella Nova"
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Oct 4, 2020 14:13:41 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Pretty and perceptive, you’re the total package, aren’t you~?” The attention that the camera offered hardly doing much to stifle the sable siren but rather seeming to encourage her to show her usual flirtatious façade and then some, Miss Bellucci couldn’t help but purr playfully as her pretty pink haired partner pointed out the exotic implication of her name, and she winked at her senior unabashedly because of that. “Right you are though, I come from Italy, Milan specifically, and transferred here at the start of this term~?” Flicking her hair and she confirmed the suspicion of her hosting heroine and licking her lips as she did so, though she was aware of the fact that Emi was known for doing these sort of cheeky one on ones with a reasonable degree of frequency given her popular status as a net-idol the black beauty assumed that her bawdy bounciness and foreign origins would help her to stand out from the pack as it were, and seize a little of that stardom for herself in turn. “With you I could think of a great many things to discuss, but more specifically, I would like the mention…” By no means wishing to usurp the pert pupil next to her of course but this situation seeming to prey on the two biggest vices she possessed, there was no way in which the lens in front of her or the lady next to her would fail to lift the spirits of the sparkling student higher than ever, and if anyone had expected her to be restrained or reticent they would quickly be proven to be rather mistaken in such assumption. “This wonderful venue around us~!” The folk who had come to inhabit the Apennine peninsula well known for their expression and extraversion and Bianca practically a stereotype when it came to that, she couldn’t help but take on the role of show woman as her fuchsia friend offered her opportunity to highlight their locale, and she did so by leaning back and spreading her arms wide in order to highlight the splendour of their setting. “You see you join me in a charming little coffee house, which…” Monochrome shades and designer furniture decorating what was a quiet corner of Musutafu’s ‘Little Italy’ and combining with expertise with beans the likes of which the land around her barely knew to create a spot that was packed with a modest hustle and bustle, while she guessed they would likely move onto meatier topics than simple publicity when given the chance Miss Bellucci loved the opportunity to draw focus to her surroundings, and not just because she loved the sights and smells. “In my biased opinion is the best in Japan~” The intent of the Italian idol hardly one of innocence and kindness but rather an effort to bolster the business which her father operated even further, with any luck the promise of meeting a pretty young thing like her in a promising new place to quench ones thirst would prove ample motivation to bolster sales, and that had been the secondary intention that had led to the bright eyed bella joining forces with Emi; with any luck she could boost her own popularity and that of her family business in one fine and frisky swipe… @tag | Word Count: ### | Casual |
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414 Posts
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17 Years
Female
"Halo"
Student-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 10, 2020 9:18:33 GMT -4
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“Italiano,” she exclaimed. That marked the end of Emi’s linguistic skill, beyond a few fashion brands, foods, and the cup sizes at Seabun Coffee. Still, she said it with wide, prideful eyes, as if it were a mark of how cultured she’d become. “We don’t see many foreign faces in Musutafu. Not that I’m complaining, of course!”[break][break]
Bianca seemed set on driving the conversation towards business, and Emi made herself look happy to oblige. There were details missed, obvious questions that the audience would love to know, but the opportunity to ask them was far from lost. And so she stood, making quite the show of observing their surroundings. She leaned over, hemming and hawing as if she’d only just noticed they were in a building, while the student sold the place to their viewers.[break][break]
The glamorous girl was good at presenting herself on camera. Impressive, even, and a skill Emi had been trying to inspire in her peers for years. One day, they’d be a pair of media darlings, and if their video went down well, it would come much sooner than they expected. There was the little matter of getting more words out of the lass in the middle of an interview, but that was the interviewer’s job. A verbal nudge, she hoped, would do the trick.[break][break]
“I wasn’t always big on coffee, but over the past few years I’ve really learned to love places like these! Sometimes a change of scenery really gets the brain fired up, right? …And I guess the caffeine helps too!” A few giggles helped punctuate her words as her gaze settled back on the girl. “Well, I’ll ask what everybody at home is probably thinking – what makes this place the best? Really bold claim to make without anything to back it up, you know. While we’re on the subject of ‘why’s’, we jumped past a big one – what’s a lovely lady like you doing halfway across the world from home?”
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141 Posts
0 EP
EXP
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Seventeen Years
Female
"Bella Nova"
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Oct 13, 2020 16:24:58 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Oh only recently~?” Tilting her head to the side when her cohort confessed the fact that she had only recently gained a sense of appreciation for coffee, the culture which Miss Bellucci had come from meant that she found this fact rather astounding on the whole, and could only question Emi because of that fact. “Coffee houses have been my home away from home ever since I was a little girl~?” Perhaps even more privileged because of her heritage than the average italian girl but still rather typical of the women she knew, the black beauty could remember gossiping with people and sipping on bittersweet mixes for almost the entirety of her memory, whether it was with her friends, her father or even the woman who had raised him as well. However, she’d get to that in due course. “Well most obviously the customer would have the chance to run into a girl like me~?” Grinning when presented with the chance to offer yet another playful bit of flirtation but this one sent right down the camera, Bianca beamed happily and batted her lashes as her broadcast buddy asked what made the spot that they were in so very special, and was more than happy to inform the whole world that in her boastful opinion they were looking right at it. “Obviously that’s a charm point no other place could boast~!” Of course naturally part of her candour coming from her sense of humour, while the golden eyed girl was certainly the sort who would consider her presence to be quite the boon for any locale she was half joking when she stated that this was the biggest and only reason to visit, and speedily followed up with a better degree of clarification for that fact as well. “Heeheehee, but to console them while I’m away the place has a fantastic atmosphere and ambience, as well as a finely crafted café experience that few other places in Japan could offer~” Shaking her head and letting out a short giggle as she admitted that she was not the only prize to be found in the classy and cultured coffee house that her father had concocted, principal among the other boons that the site could offer was the simple presence of the place which she felt defied the commonplace ‘franchise feel’ that had consumed most other venues, and instead offered both character and a taste of somewhere a world away right one one’s doortstep. “The place has a great lineage after all. There has been a Bellucci’s coffee house in Milan for over one hundred years in one form or another, and in that time the secrets have been passed along the generations, and now the people of Musutafu and beyond get to share in that success as well~?” That not all and more than happy to brag about the fact that this was not the first charming little establishment to bear her surname above the door but rather the newest in a long and fine pedigree, even if another place in Musutafu or Tokyo or even Japan as a whole tried to mimic the drinks and the décor they would never get the real secret weapon which was her father and the family he came from, and most importantly the passion he put into his job as well. Bruno Bellucci loved this place after all and it showed in how it looked and how the food and coffee tasted, so maybe that was the secret weapon? A drop of love in everything Bellucci’s did, be it charm, heroism or the humble outlay of delicious refreshments…? @tag | Word Count: ### | Casual |
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414 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
17 Years
Female
"Halo"
Student-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 30, 2020 11:58:12 GMT -4
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“I’m more of an eight-hours-of-beauty-sleep kind of girl.” A knowing look towards the camera precedes her amendment: “Or at least, I try to be. School, apprenticeships, vlogging, streaming, this video… Juggling all of that means I’ve got to use up all the time I can get, and then some. So sometimes I end up cheating on my bed with some caffeine once in a while. I’m sure she doesn’t mind too much.” She paused, coming to a stop beside the main counter. “And if she does, well… At least the coffee tastes nice!” A few giggles escaped her before the let Bianca give her sales pitch.[break][break]
Halfway through, she found herself gravitating back towards the table they’d started at, conscious of the sound troubles that would come with straying too far. Bianca would be fine where she was, of course, but every step further was a little more work for Emi to do in post, and she had plenty on her plate already. For example, she was already planning how the final product would look in her mind’s eye. No doubt, the young lady’s words would be partnered with shots she’d taken earlier; slow, sweeping pans of the uninhabited house, giving the audience a chance to pair her words with reality. It would be the easiest way for them to understand that the girl spoke the truth, setting the foundation that her future, bolder claims could lay on. With a bit of digging, she could probably even find the Italian stores to compare and contrast-[break][break]
Maybe she was getting ahead of herself. The recording had to finish before she could get to editing, and she couldn’t afford to look like she was spacing out in front of the lens. Fortunately, it wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time she’d done so, and she’d trained herself to default to a gentle smile years ago. Once her mind had caught up with the words she’d missed the first time around, her grin sprang forth. “Being able to catch a hero-in-training in the wild is always a fun sight! …Not that I would know anything about that.” A touch of playful sarcasm tinged her words, but it wouldn’t last. Her eyes widened just a touch, perhaps enough to be caught as faux surprise by her partner. “Ah, but I’m jumping ahead a little! We’ve barely mentioned your other line of work, have we?” Both hands, placed flat on the table, allowed Emi to lean forward a little, darting playful cat eyes at Bianca. “It’s not often that the outside world gets to hear about that stuff, so please – tell all!”
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141 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
Seventeen Years
Female
"Bella Nova"
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Nov 4, 2020 14:37:50 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Heeheehee, well those eight hours are certainly doing wonders from where I’m sitting~!” Smiling and winking at her senior once more as she was provided with yet another opportunity to pepper the pink-haired pupil with praise, though Miss Bellucci wasn’t sure if Emi would feel comfortable enough to let the clips of their coquetry be seen by all of those upon the world wide web, she did at least appreciate that cool professionalism that the girl showed which allowed her to indulge this spicy side to herself without feeling judged or out of place. “Well, your bed should know that any modern girl needs a little freedom to explore and experiment, no~?” That perhaps the reason why she was only feeling bolder as their little get together went on, the teenage temptress tilted her head to one side as she let a little more innuendo loose in a manner which she guessed was likely to end up on the cutting room floor, though was said more in the spirit of her own titillation than anyone else. “As for the coffee itself, I’m sure even a relative newcomer like you can see the difference that a little Italian expertise provides, no~? ” Happy to use the prop which had been provided by her appearance when it came to letting the flavour-experience one could have in the café she was crowing about by gesturing the curved cup which they had both been afforded by her father, Bianca scooped her own up and let her golden gaze linger on her partner for the event to do the same before taking a sip from it, and once she had done so smirked with enjoyment at the bittersweet combination which waited within. “Unless you too happen to find yourself here for something other than the drinks~?” All too happy to tease the girl a little more before the matter was dealt with and offer a little call back to the candour she had shown previously when it came to the star attraction of the place as well, though the moment was largely intended to draw a smile or a laugh from her cohort the coquette would admit that she was curious to see just how unflappable her fellow femme was when it came to this kind of business, and wondered as well if she could push the proverbial envelope far enough to see a little fuchsia in that face as well as her vibrant tone of hair. “Heeheehee, if you’ll let me I could probably talk all afternoon about this place and the family it comes from~” Giggling when next it seemed that she was given a chance to further plug their venue and letting out a soft sigh because of that, Miss Bellucci smiled and shook her head at the suggestion as she tried to hold back her vigour for vocalization when it came to the family business, and offered a chance for Emi to steer that course toward any direction she wished to. “Are you sure you’re ready for that~?” For one all too happy to flaunt the fabulousness that was her father’s family and the craft they had honed but at the same time not wanting to let herself get too swept up in such shameless self-promotion when she expected her partner had reasons beyond simple opportunities in advertisement when it came to this little get-together, she wrapped both hands around her cup and let her long and dainty digits roll back and forth across the gleaming china, waiting for the cue of her companion on what direction to take things before she proceeded with as much gusto as she could manage… @tag | Word Count: ### | Casual |
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Nov 16, 2020 18:20:56 GMT -4
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Emi wasn’t quite narcissistic enough to think the compliments were just for her. She was proud enough to assume they wouldn’t be said without some basis in truth, but they were making a show, first and foremost. Showing each other with kind words meant better endearing their future audience to the pair of them – especially young Bianca, who was set to leave a hell of a first impression. All the better for Emi.[break][break]
And so she chose to answer, not with her words, but with a sly smile and a flutter of the eyes. She wouldn’t dwell on it for long, but she’d make sure that the camera did once she played with the footage.[break][break]
“People do tend to say that Italians make it best. If nothing else, putting that to the test is a good reason to pay this place a visit.” She gave pause, letting her fingers glide along a table. “There’s an idea.” Her eyes met the camera’s, unfazed by its unblinking gaze. “After you come down, let me know in the comments what you make of it. Is the coffee really as good as everybody says? I guess we’ll find out in a few days.” Hers was a bold play. If the service was anything less than superb, she’d guaranteed that the customers wouldn’t keep quiet about it. It would mean nothing good for their business, or her own. If the place could live up to the hype, however, the social praise would spread like wildfire. She trusted that Bianca’s family understood as much.[break][break]
“I, personally, visit coffee houses for the views, but to each their own.” The girl and their viewers could make of that what they would, especially since she had no intention of elaborating.[break][break]
“But you’ve got to tell something! The people at home, they want to know about the lovely ladies on their screen – and they’ve already heard plenty about me.” Not that that would stop her, as soon as she felt like sharing more. “Of course, if you’re really not comfortable sharing, I won’t force you, but I’m sure they’d love to hear what you’re up to when you’re not here.” The ball was in her partner's court - but Emi would be both surprised and confused if the girl chose to keep to herself.
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Nov 17, 2020 14:42:01 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Oh yes, that’s a wonderful idea actually~” The black brows of the beauty lifting for a second as her heavenly host came up with an idea that seemed fit to boost the business of Bianca and her family, the brilliant belle beamed happily at the notion that her senior raised and pulled her hands together excitedly into a cute little clap as she lauded the idea, and then looked dead on into the camera to confirm it. “Stop on by and see if you like what you find, and let everyone know just how good Bellucci’s is~?” Smiling with an almost glowing glisten within her own golden gaze as she almost seemed to dare the public to come to her café and see what they thought of it, the confidence that the invigorated Italian had in her product was so vast that she did not for a second believe that any who walked through their door with a thirst in mind would leave unsatisfied, and as such she was happy to let their web-utation rest on the invite she gave to the internet community who followed the fuchsia fox next to her. “Ohhhhh, I suspect I shall see you here quite often then~?” Smirking all the more when the perky pink princess seemed to continue with her own preferences when it came to coffee houses, Miss Bellucci couldn’t help but take that as an invitation of her own, and all too quickly was flapping her long lashes and smirking at the girl because of that. “After all, the view I can provide is quite spectacular~?” Enjoying that cool and coy energy that she sensed between herself and her senior in this little session and guessing that the appeal inherent within it was only likely to boost them both when it came to public pull, the flirtatious foreigner drew her fingers back through her hair and eyed the girl next to her smugly, and couldn’t help but wonder what she was making of her even in a situation like this. After all, Japanese girls were on the whole far more known for being modest and demure, and this dark haired dish was anything but that. “Oh well fine, since you and I would imagine your fans are so very keen on me…” Rolling her eyes playfully and shaking when her incandescently eyed interviewer seemed so insistent on finding out more about her, now that Bianca had a better idea that her new buddy was driving at more of a personal touch than one about the business around her she smiled and relaxed into her seat, and honestly wondered why it had taken her so long to do a little big of bragging about herself given how she usually behaved. “Aside from the café I like to spend my time doing a spot modelling and like performing generally; dancing, acting and the like, as well as my academic adventures which you know all too well, don’t you~?” Flicking her hair over to one side before she began and then listing a few eye catching or perhaps more accurately ear grabbing little side acts in order to provide the pair with something to discuss further, though ordinarily she might have also made mention of the fact that she was also studying heroics at school on this occasion the teen decided that discretion was the better part of valour, though this was more out of consideration for her companion than anything. After all she didn’t know if the girl had ‘outed’ herself as a student of UA yet, and didn’t want to step on her toes if she was keeping such a subject a secret for the time being… @tag | Word Count: ### | Casual |
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